My neighbor who keeps a rooster
Sometimes makes me wonder
How many other farm animals
He's hiding in his house
Has he turned the bedrooms
Into a stable snoring with the horses
I swear some nights I can hear
A cow's sorrowful mooing
Like a secret farm with woods gone
A safe house on a busy city street
For dreaming sheep and the bustle
Of corn stalks striking up
From the living room floor
Called by the moon once more
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